Spring cleaning | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) Sprzątam w pokoju i niepokoju
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Ewa Nowak
I clean my house and my head
My disordered fears slowly
begin to turn into order
For the first time
I feel like at home
My disordered fears slowly
begin to turn into order
For the first time
I feel like at home
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